You Never Know What You

It Is No Small Mischief To A Boy, That Many Of The Best Years Of His Life Should Be Devoted To The Learning Of What Can Never Be Of Any Real Use To Any Human Being. His Mind Is Necessarily Rendered Frivolous And Superficial By The Long Habit Of Attaching Importance To Words Instead Of Things; To Sound Instead Of Sense.

If The People Of Sheffield Could Only Receive A Tenth Part Of What Their Knives Sell For By Retail In America, Sheffield Might Pave Its Streets With Silver.

Having Still In My Recollection So Many Excellent Men, To Whose Grandfathers, Upon The Same Spots, My Grandfather Had Yielded Cheerful Obedience And Reverence, It Is Not Without Sincere Sorrow That I Have Beheld Many Of The Sons Of These Men Driven From Their Fathers' Mansions, Or Holding Them As Little Better Than Tenants Or Stewards, While The Swarms Of Placemen, Pensioners, Contractors, And Nabobs... Have Usurped A Large Part Of The Soil.

Westbury, A Nasty Odious Rotten-borough, A Really Rotten Place.

I Defy You To Agitate Any Fellow With A Full Stomach.